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Chapter 1064: 1055: Kiss Marks (1)

Chapter 1064: Chapter 1055: Kiss Marks (1)

Bo Yan lay sideways on the bedframe, his smile lazy and dreamy, watching Xia Siyu approach with a casual indifference. But as her knee grazed the edge of the bed, he pulled her to his side. Xia Siyu tugged at his tie, wanting to draw closer while deliberately maintaining some distance. The collar of Bo Yan’s shirt remained undone, sweat dripping onto his chest—one drop, two drops, three drops. Then the tides of advance and retreat shifted, Bo Yan pressed her down on the bedframe, kissing her with undeniable force… The scene finally panned away from their entangled bodies to show the guitar at the foot of the bed. A kicked-off shirt landed on the guitar’s strings, marking the end of a silent melody…

Yes, this is the one-shot boat scene directed by Wang Ju. At the time, Xia Siyu and Bo Yan were still at each other’s throats, yet for the sake of this boat scene, the two spent nearly four to five hours locked in a kiss at the bedframe.

When they were acting, neither felt much of anything, but seeing themselves perform this boat scene on the big screen certainly felt a little peculiar.

It was Xia Siyu’s first time filming such an intense boat scene. Previously, most of her projects were maddeningly innocent campus or urban romance films. Bo Yan, on the other hand, had done more abstract, artful boat scenes, but even in those, he hadn’t so much as kissed anyone. So this marked the first time both of them completely let themselves go on the big screen.

Despite pulling exaggerations like this in their private moments, seeing such scenes played out on the big screen stirred up a faint feeling of awkwardness.

Wang Ju’s direction was subtle—they didn’t undress completely or show much skin. But from Xia Siyu’s first back-facing shot, her initial movements, the feeling she gave off was unmistakably—seductive.

There was an invisible sexual tension that seemed to emanate between the two of them like a magnetic field, expanding outward. The audience could sense it too. If the heroine and hero somehow represented purified communication of music and soul, then these two characters were undoubtedly collisions of flesh.

Reasoning would dictate that spiritual connection was supposed to be more profound. But when sitting in the cinema, watching these two characters intertwine, it felt as though one had encountered true love. The lofty ideals of “spiritual beauty” went completely out of the window. Just take in Xia Siyu’s face, her figure, the way she sways forward with a sultry Rumba rhythm—suddenly, every audience member seemed to abandon their moral compass, transforming into shallow, vulgar beings with no sense of propriety.

From Xia Siyu’s first appearance, she had completely seized the audience’s attention.

Afterward, she continued to collaborate seamlessly with Bo Yan. Xia Siyu, as the owner of a nightclub, navigated effortlessly through the crowd, managing all walks of life with a natural flair. Her wardrobe wasn’t as extensive as Shang Feifei’s, nor were her outfits over-complicated, but whenever she donned a body-hugging dress and heels, weaving in and out of the crowd, dancing, flirting with Bo Yan, ordering her subordinates around, bantering with her rivals—the effect was mesmerizing.

Every scene, every outfit, every expression and gesture—each was stunning beyond belief. Above all, her eyes held a distinct air of aloofness and detachment, which tallied sharply with her sultry attire and delivered a striking contrast that left a deep impression.

Some less cultured audience members couldn’t stop exclaiming “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” right from the opening scene.

However, to quell the inevitable discussion around the male lead being labeled a sleazebag, the script made sure Xia Siyu explicitly stated more than once: “You and I are nothing more than a physical relationship.”

It was her who actively chose not to pursue responsibility—this was mutual consolation, not a relationship defined by love.